Making Danielle Cum

We drive along, they follow my directions for a few miles then head to out of town. Before I realize what is going on my seat belt begins to vibrate. It is coming from the square box attached between my legs. “What’s happening!” I exclaim.

“Oh, I’m sorry, my name is Michael. I used to be a race car driver and I am now an inventor. These seat belts are in final testing before they are to be put in all Mercedes vehicles. As you can see they are like those used in racecars, but with some major modifications”.

Danielle squirmed in her seat, listening to Michael speaking but not really paying attention. Wearing very little clothing, the vibrating seat belt is virtually in direct contact with my clit. I become uncomfortable and squirm around looking for a way to release the seat belt.

Michael continues, staring at her with a knowing grin on his face. “I found that serious accidents occurred in spite of the drivers wearing seat belts, in this case, they are called harnesses, because the belts would routinely loosen the longer the driver wore them. These are automatically adjusting belts, what you feel is the electrical mechanism tightening up. I notice you squirming, that is why your belt is so active. You must stay still or it will continue.”

By the time I realize that there is no release on my belt, we are on a deserted dirt road in the middle of nowhere. I feel my heart drop as it dawns on me that there is no escape, yet I am so aroused by the vibrating belt that my reaction is a cross between fear and deep desire to feel a hard cock in my pussy.
The van pulls off the road onto another more desolate

The van pulls in and parks. Roxanne and Bill come around to the door and open it, watching me still squirming to free myself. They say nothing, just smiling. Michael released his cock from his pants. He sat there stroking his cock, watching me watching him, enjoying the fear he sees in my eyes. His cock was huge, not more than 8" long, but almost as thick as a soda can. When he finally does speak to me, his voice was deep and smooth almost sexy if I wasn't so scared. He explained to me that he was going to "break me in".

The back seat swivels around to face the open sliding door. Michael never says a word as he reaches for my left leg. He wraps a strap around my knee and pulls it tightly to the back of the driver’s seat. He then takes my right leg and roughly pulls it toward the bench seat in the back of the van. He tied both in place with just enough room for me to wiggle a bit. This allowed full access to my pussy. I feel the vibrating belt between my legs pulled aside just far enough for him to cut the crotch of my shorts. Pulling my damaged clothing out of the way allows him just enough room to slide a finger into my now, very wet pussy. I squirm, trying to fight him off with my arms. Begging him to stop and let me go. He smiles at me, reaches for my arms, and quickly locks them into Velcro ties on the van ceiling before he returns to fucking my pussy with his fingers.

Roxanne steps into the van and inserts a tape into the TV/VCR mounted above the passenger’s seats. As the tape starts to play, Michael opens a small black box containing a camcorder and begins taping.

Roxanne pulls my blouse open and takes my tits, one in each hand and pinches my nipples. She runs her hands over my large breasts, taking one nipple into her mouth, sucking, licking and nibbling, then the other. Against my will, my nipples immediately became hard little nubs responding to her touch. She leans in to rub her breasts across my face. I turn away but cannot escape. She opens her blouse, and rubs her nipples until they are hard. She bends down and one at a time, rolls her hard nipples against mine. I've never been with another woman before but I couldn't believe how horny she was making me. Pleased with my response, Roxanne moves to the seat in back, she bends down and pulls a suitcase from behind the seat. She opens the suitcase and rummages through the contents.

I am distracted when I hear a woman pleading and crying. I look up and can't believe what I see. The tape is of her strapped into the same seat that I am in, her legs are spread open and her pussy is being violated just like mine. On the tape she is crying and pleading for them to let her go. I watch as they fuck her with their fingers and she's begging them to stop. They ignore her pleas while they discuss her pussy, how tight it is, if it's wet enough to fuck yet. They are doing the same thing to her on the tape as they are doing to me at that very moment.

Michael finger slides in and out of her pussy. With every thrust he uses his thumb to push the little vibrating box hard against her clit. “You’ve got a great pussy. Do you like what I’m doing to you? Do you like knowing that everyone is looking at your pussy?"

“Please stop,” I beg him

“Why do you want me to stop if you are so wet?" I know you have no answer for me and continue to question you. "Do you want to feel my hard cock? Did you shave your pussy just for me? Beg me to fuck you?” I taunt you.

“No, I don’t want you to,” I cry out, watching Michael still slowly stroking his hard cock. He shoves another finger into me and fucks me faster and harder.

"Soon enough," Michael states, his cock harder and harder.